The Letter Concerning the Intellect

(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)

Vinnie the chin, my mentor was Genovese

Prada kicks the same color as fettuccine

He tried to test his loyalty like Adebisi

Nothing in common with anyone who had it easy

This mother****er talking guns when he had a BB

In the tomb of the vizier with Nefertiti

We honorable like we Tuskegee

Bear claws and a buckskin leather tipi

The hollow tips burn slow like they're pepperoncini

I'm with Broken Matt Hardy and the seven deities

Make salat so my soul will reset

He a plug so I let the ****in' modem connect

Y'all got me confused like I givva give a ****

What y'all consider being on the up I call beginner's luck

You's a small fry, Webster Papadopoulos

Everything from here on released from you is posthumous

(Verse 2: Vinnie Paz)

Yeah, the Gucci luggage is a rusty brown

I need some fly shit to check into this dusty town

I told you I don't **** around

I be in camoflouge gore-tex shorty in a lovely gown

It's not a home if its occupants died

He could take this ****ing shot like his doctor prescribed

How the **** it's logic to him if his logic is lies

With his miracle and Kabah and philosopher's eyes

Mulberry silk is the favorite fabric

Insh***** bring peace to the asiatic

While your wife is a basic savage

Your body transported on wheels like a baby carriage

Disrespectful I will mush you in your face

Because disrespecting you is how I put you in your place

This ain't nothing new, everybody know you been a ho

Fiends here looking for the butter like a dinner roll